Morning Lark or Night Owl?

If I hate the morning, she is magnanimous to permit the moon to enter the sky. The sun is not the one I hate a lot but it’s the humid air during the afternoon. It is like arid on the far horizon. The feelings of great abhorrent in anything makes me feel exhausted especially when the teasing rays are facing me, it was like punishing me for not loving her not like most do. It is an abominable thing yet she is the reason and the starter of life.

The voracious night spills darkness into the nocturnal sky, like all are eaten in complete darkness. I am a night owl who is as erudite as he is. Every night for us creatures is a momentous adventure we love taking risk through flight. We are more resplendent on the night than we are on the daylight. It is the excitement given by the darkness which makes us more radiant than the others. The little light that enters the night creates an illusion to me as gaunt and it looked magnificent in darkness like a queen of the night. Only at night I get inspired. It is maybe the mystery of darkness which excites me to do something beautiful yet crazy.

How ecstatic will it be if its always night time. It is a heartrending sight if neither stars nor moon will come.